Undeniable Love (9 page)

Wyatt

After Thanksgiving, Steph and I agreed to let Phil and Sydnee work out their issues on their own.  Neither one of us wanted to get involved and then be forced to try to choose sides.  We knew how that would end up.  The month of December seemed to fly by.  I had a pretty regular routine in place, work, working out and Steph were my priorities.  Phil and I were still close, and he even talked to me about Sydnee with the understanding that he was just talking.  I refused to get involved. If he said “can you ask Steph…” or “can you please tell Steph…”  I shut that shit down.

“Look dude, I told you before, we aren’t getting involved. Whatever weird ass, tormented shit you two have going on is between you two.”

I wanted to surprise Steph for Christmas. Since she is a major Doctor Who fan, I knew this because I had been coerced into watching an episode or ten.  So I wanted to get her a DW theme-gifted.  I planned for about three weeks out to give time for delivery.  I ordered her a DW bow tie because I thought she’d get a kick out of it because of the t-shirt she was wearing the first time we went out.  I also got her a coffee mug that said “Keep Calm I’m the Doctor,” and a TARDIS blanket.  I figured she’d get the references.  She was always trying to explain it to me but I didn’t get it.

“What’s a TARDIS?”

“It stands for Time and Relative Dimension in Space.  It’s his spaceship and time machine.”

“Why does he time travel?”

“He’s a time lord, that’s why!”

I figured I’d never get it but she loved it so I wanted her to have it.  Our plan was to have a quiet dinner together on Christmas Day.  I was going to go to my parents to spend Christmas Eve with them, then I was going come back and stay with Steph.  I couldn’t wait until she saw her gift. I also included a little something that was really more for me, a blue DW lingerie set.

It’s always good to get home and see my parents.  It’s hard to see them getting older.  I told myself that I need to visit more, especially since they don’t live far at all.  Life just gets busy.  My mom is always excited to see me and fusses over me.  Dad is more laid back but I know he likes when I come home as well.  We had dinner and exchanged gifts.  I gave mom a tennis bracelet and dad got a new set of golf clubs.  They both gave me money.  Each one of them slipped me a card that was signed by both of them.  They are hilarious.  They worry that I’m not making a good living.  Parents will always be parents, I guess.

I left a little later than I planned to on Christmas Day and was running late getting to Stephane’s.  For some reason I couldn't get a signal until I got close to Steph’s. I just figured that it was because the network was busy with everyone making phone calls.  As I was pulling up to Steph’s my phone dinged.  I had a couple voice mails. 
I’ll check them later,
I thought.  I grabbed my gift for Steph and walked to her door.  As soon as I knocked, she flung the door open and met me in the hall.

“Hey baby, what’s up?”

“Wyatt I’ve been trying to call you!”

She sounded a little frantic.

“Babe, what’s wrong.”

“Remember the reason I told you that I got this three bedroom apartment.”

“Yea, you said that your parents have a tendency to just drop…ohhhh.”

“Yea, they dropped in this morning. I was trying to call you and give you a heads up.”

“Hey parents love me. It’s ok.”

“You want to meet them?”

"Absolutely."

“Umm…Wyatt, we’ve only been together for a few months, do you really think we are there?”

“Steph I told you from the beginning that I wasn’t letting you go anywhere, anytime soon.  Ok?”

“Ok.”

“Can we go in now?”

Stephane

My parents absolutely loved Wyatt.  Mom told me how gorgeous she thought he was.

“Honey if I was ten years younger, and I didn’t have your father, you’d have some competition on your hands.”

“Ew, mom! Ew. That’s just…no.  Just…no!”  She cracked up at that.

“He is a cutie. Is he good to you sweetie? That’s what I really care about?”

“Yes mom, he’s great. I really really like him.”

“Well if you like him, then I love him.”

Dad started off giving him a hard time but as soon as Wyatt mentioned that he played football in college, Dad instantly changed his tune.  They discussed college and pro teams, stats of this player and that player, bowl games, etc. I was starting to think that dad might be a little infatuated with him. 

After dinner we all sat down and exchanged gifts.  Wyatt apologized for not having anything for them.  They both understood since it was a surprise visit.  I opened my parents’ gift first.  It was a gift basket from Bed, Bath & Beyond, must have been mom’s idea.  She was always hinting about me needing to “spruce” up my place.  I told them that I had shipped them their gift to them since I wasn't expecting them to “pop in.”  I asked if they wanted me to tell them what it was.  Dad said, “Whatever your mother wants.”  Mom said, “No that’s okay. I want to be surprised when we get home.”

Next it was time for Wyatt and I to exchange. 

“Steph we can wait, it’s ok. I should probably head on out and give you some time with your folks.”

“Wyatt I wouldn’t dream of you leaving before you two exchange gifts,” Mom chimed in.  I think she just wanted to ogle Wyatt a little longer. 

“It’s ok Mrs. Trudeau really.  I’ve intruded long enough.”

“You aren’t intruding at all.”

“Vivienne, leave the boy alone.  He’s probably tired from driving all day,” Dad chimed in.

“Oh Clifford, hush.  These two lovebirds want to exchange gifts, isn’t that right?”

Wyatt looked a little nervous.

“Mom!” I said giving her a stern look.  “Wyatt and I will open our gifts later.”

“Well it is getting late and I better head out. I’m planning to go in to the office for a couple hours tomorrow so that I don’t get behind on a few projects that I’m working on.  Mr. and Mrs. Trudeau it was a pleasure meeting you.”

“You too son,” Dad said.

“Wyatt you absolutely must come around again before we leave,” Mom said batting her eyelashes.

“Alright Wyatt, I’ll walk you to the door.”

“Ok, thanks.  Good night again Mr. and Mrs. Trudeau.”

“Good night Wyatt,” they both said.

I walked him to the door so that I could give him a proper hug and kiss goodbye.  I grabbed his gift from under the tree on the way to the door. 

“I’m so sorry about this Wyatt. I really had no idea that they were coming.”

“Baby, it’s ok, I promise.  I still got to see you so I’m happy.  Before I go, here’s your present,” he said handing me a nice sized box.

“One of your presents is in my room.  I wanted to give it to you when we were alone,” I said.

“I like the sound of that.”

“Trust me you’ll love it.” I winked.  “But I do want you to take your other present home with you.”  I handed him a package.

“I will open it as soon as I get home babe.”

“I hope you like it.”

“Baby, whatever it is I’ll love it.”

Wyatt

I couldn’t believe she got me a Titans football autographed by former head coach Jeff Fisher.  I’d been Titans fan since they moved to Tennessee.  When I asked her how she managed it, she simply said, “Eh, I know some people.”  She flipped out over her Doctor Who gifts and she said she figured out why I looked so nervous after she saw the lingerie.  I had to laugh at the situation.  I had just walked in the door from work when the doorbell rang.  I had no clue who it could be.

“Hang on Steph, someone is at my door.”

I opened the door and she was standing there in a long trench coat.

“Hey sexy, can I come in?” she purred.

“Of course you can baby,” I said as I hit end on my phone.  “Where are your parents?”

“They are at the apartment. I told them I had to run some errands.”

“Well it’s a pleasant surprise.”

She walked in and I closed the door behind her.  She walked straight into my bedroom. When I walked in behind her she was untying the belt on her coat.  She opened it up and had on the lingerie that I bought her along with a big red bow.

“I wanted to give you your other present baby.”

“Shit Stephane!  You look fucking amazing!”

“I’m glad you like it. Don’t you want to come unwrap your gift?”

“Hell yes! It’s my favorite flavor too, milk chocolate.”

I think I set a record for making her scream my name only using my tongue.  Normally I was all about taking my time with her, being sweet and gentle but she looked so good in that outfit and red bow and with the taste of her on my tongue, I couldn’t help it. I became a beast and wore her ass out.  I had her scratching up the headboard, screaming my name and profanities.  Best Christmas present ever!

Stephane

My parents absolutely loved Wyatt, especially my mother.  She kept asking when he was coming back over to visit.  Dad just wanted to play golf.  Wyatt promised him that he would take him to some exclusive course when the weather warmed up. 

After Christmas we fell in to a comfortable routine.   Wyatt and I saw each other almost every day.  We alternated between staying at my place and his. And work was going really well for both of us.  Time was just flying by.  For Valentine’s Day, Wyatt surprised me with a weekend trip to Gatlinburg.  It was so romantic, our cabin had a hot tub on the second floor deck.  We grabbed groceries on the way up and didn’t leave the cabin all weekend.  Initially we had planned to visit all of these different places while we were up there but that fell through.  Not that I’m complaining.  Sex in a hot tub in the middle of winter is way hotter than I ever could have imagined. 

I ended up getting my promotion at work around St. Patrick’s Day.  As a congratulations Wyatt met me at home in nothing but a green bow tie because “bow ties are cool.”  I couldn’t decide whether I wanted to laugh at his corny joke or be extremely turned on.  I decided on both, first I laughed and then I unwrapped my gift.  I was still amazed at how incredibly sexy this man was and sometimes wondered why me.  We were really happy.

Phil and Sydnee continued with their on-again, off-again whatever it was that they were doing.  We just ignored it and avoided group settings as much as possible.  Wyatt’s thirty-second birthday was in April so I threw him a surprise party.  Sydnee and Phil helped me to plan it, separately. His birthday was on the 17th.  That night I treated him to dinner at one of his favorite steakhouses and after we went back to my place.

“Steph, baby tonight has been great.” He said as he sat on the couch.

“It’s not over yet.  I have something for you.”  I said as I walked to my bedroom.

“Baby if you come out of there in a ribbon I think my old heart might explode,” he laughed.

“Not this time baby. It’s something else.” 

One of Wyatt’s favorite sports teams was the Titans so anytime I could get something of theirs that I thought he would like I snatched it up.  One of the perks of my job with Barrtin Group was that we often got great deals on area events.  This was something I knew he would love.  I walked back into the living room and handed him a gift box.

“Steph, did you get me a tie?”  He laughed.

“No silly, just open it.”

He unwrapped his present and his mouth dropped open.

“Steph, are you kidding me?  You got me Titans season tickets!”  He was so excited, he was almost yelling.  He picked me up and swung me around and kissed me. 

“Thank you baby, this is an amazing present!”

“You’re welcome Wyatt.  I’m really glad you like it.  Now you and Phil can go to the games with all of that crazy yelling.” I laughed.

“Baby I love you.”

I stopped in my tracks and looked at him.

“You mean you love the tickets?”

“Well yes, I love the tickets but that’s not what I meant.  Stephane Trudeau, I love you.”

I thought I was going to faint.  It was something that I’d wanted to hear for months.  Despite our rocky start, I had fallen for Wyatt pretty quickly.  It started when I took him to the hospital, but I really knew I was in trouble after maybe our sixth date when we went to Dave & Buster’s.  We’d had so much fun that night and when we left he gave his left tickets to a little boy as we were leaving.  Watching his generous heart, I knew I was done for when it came to Wyatt Bradley Greenlaw.

“Wyatt, I love you too!”

“I think you should show me.”

And with that he picked me up and carried me in to the bedroom.  He started to unbutton my shirt, and I stopped him.

“I believe the birthday boy gets to be spoiled tonight.”

I took at moment to just take in his impeccable physique.  He had his flaws, and we’d had our minor spats over the last five months but he was truly perfect in my eyes.  My eyes drank in his flawless frame from head to toe.  His dark blonde hair was slightly mussed because he had just run his fingers through it.  His captivating green eyes and dimples that were to die for.  Those arms, oh those arms that I could see through his blue button down. So big and strong, those arms that have lifted me into his loving embrace and held me in the air during moments of passion.  His amazingly chiseled chest that I’ve rested my head comfortably on when curled on the couch watching TV or lying in bed asleep.  His muscular legs that couldn’t hide underneath his khakis and that have supported my weight while passionately making love to me.  I even thought his feet were nice and I think feet are disgusting.  Tonight he looked even more beautiful to me than normal.  Maybe it was the alcohol from dinner or being caught in his birthday glow, but my guess what that it was the fact that he had just told me that he loved me. 

I slowly unbuttoned his shirt. With each undone button I kissed the spot where his shirt had been.  When I reached the last button I pushed it off of his arms. It was still tucked into his pants, so when his arms were free it hung at his waist.  Next and without breaking eye contact I unbuckled his belt.  Wyatt sometimes went without any underwear and I was hoping this would be one of those times.  I wanted the least amount of clothing standing between us. 
Yes!
I thought to myself after I unzipped his khakis and realized today was indeed one of those days.  His pants fell to his ankles followed by his shirt.  His manhood instantly stood at attention.  Starting at his chest, I kissed my way down to his long erect shaft.  As I dropped to my knees I made sure he was still looking into my eyes.  Slowly, I licked the tip of his shaft.  I could already taste him.  I loved his salty taste.  I continued teasing the head of his shaft while I stroked him with my hand.  His head went back as his fingers ran through my hair.  Teasingly I took him in to my mouth.  Slowly I pulled him in and out.

“Mm...baby, you feel so good.”

I continued to stroke him, using my saliva as a lubricant, while I took him as deep in to my mouth as I could.  Over the months I had become accustomed to his size and had learned to take him deep without feeling like I would choke.  His legs shook, and I knew that meant I was doing exactly what he liked.  I slid him in and out faster, sucking just a little harder.

“Damn it Steph, you know I like it when you do that.”

I pulled him completely out and teased the tip again.  I kissed down his shaft and licked on his sac.  Teasing it and flicking it with my tongue.  I sucked one in and then the other.

“Oh shit baby, yes!”

I worked his nut sac for a little longer then moved back to his tip.  I took him back in to my mouth while I used my hand to cup and play with his sac.  His legs shook, and I knew my work would pay off.  I shouldn’t call it work, that implies a task or a chore and I loved the feel of Wyatt in my mouth.  There was nothing laborious about this at all.  I loved every minute.  Stroking and sucking until I heard the words I’d been longing for.

“Baby, I’m about to cum.”

That’s exactly what I want,
I thought.  I looked up to see him watching me.  As soon as I did his body shuttered and, I tasted his hot salty release.

“Shit baby, I love you so much.”